Meet Emily Evans.
She's cute, huggable, and endearing. Her dark, reflective eyes hide behind glasses that magnify them, making them appear larger than they actually are. She's shy, almost painfully so; most times, people completely fail to notice that she's even there. She's a student at Rogue Isles University, majoring in childhood education with a minor in sociodynamic engineering. She has a crush on one of her classmates, an older student who doesn't even realize she's alive.
Emily wanted only to have a normal life -- as normal as one could, growing up in the Isles. She probably would have, if it weren't for Wyvern forces having a throwdown with some Freakshow while the local Marcone group cheered them on. Emily was caught in the crossfire.
Some say that Lord Recluse himself was moved by her plight. Others, that she was always a mutant and just needed a trigger to bring out her real self. The Fortunatas aren't saying, but then, they never do. All anyone knows for sure is, Emily wasn't the same after that incident.
It's always the quiet ones.
Meet Emily Evans. If she's smiling up at you, schoolbooks in hand, swaying back and forth on her feet, consider yourself lucky. She likes you.
If you don't see her... stop. Listen. That faint crackle in the air? The hum of power with no discernable source? That might just be... Dyna Moe.
Cute will never feel safe again.
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Next: Empathy/Dual Pistols Defender.
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
She's cute, huggable, and endearing. Her dark, reflective eyes hide behind glasses that magnify them, making them appear larger than they actually are. She's shy, almost painfully so; most times, people completely fail to notice that she's even there. She's a student at Rogue Isles University, majoring in childhood education with a minor in sociodynamic engineering. She has a crush on one of her classmates, an older student who doesn't even realize she's alive.
Emily wanted only to have a normal life -- as normal as one could, growing up in the Isles. She probably would have, if it weren't for Wyvern forces having a throwdown with some Freakshow while the local Marcone group cheered them on. Emily was caught in the crossfire.
Some say that Lord Recluse himself was moved by her plight. Others, that she was always a mutant and just needed a trigger to bring out her real self. The Fortunatas aren't saying, but then, they never do. All anyone knows for sure is, Emily wasn't the same after that incident.
It's always the quiet ones.
Meet Emily Evans. If she's smiling up at you, schoolbooks in hand, swaying back and forth on her feet, consider yourself lucky. She likes you.
If you don't see her... stop. Listen. That faint crackle in the air? The hum of power with no discernable source? That might just be... Dyna Moe.
Cute will never feel safe again.
= = =
Next: Empathy/Dual Pistols Defender.
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs